Crying Day Poem by Naveed Akram

Have a bun of tears, too many years,
Inside them we bake the very awkward feelings.
This food we learn is abundantly clear,
Yet where we are blind we are discovered.

Clarity is such a supreme sport,
Years of support gain acceptance.
This image in my eyes is so solid,
Inside the rooms of our life is a dinner.

It would clearly state why life is boring,
However, the reasoning of the soul is exciting.
Inside our joy has arisen, happy people mend,
But we tend to stay untouched, not resented.